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Chapter Sixteen
Draco's Point of View
Why hasn't she awoken?
She's been asleep-as Madame Pomfrey likes to call it-for over a day now. As of right now, the whole castle knows of her state. Nothing can be kept a secret for very long in Hogwarts.
"Hermione, love," I whispered into her ear as she lays there. Her hand wrapped itself around mine-much to my surprise.
"Professor," I called out. "Herm- er Granger is moving!"
Instantly, the Potter Crew and Professor McGonagall appear next to me. I placed my hand on Hermione's cheek, earning a hissing noise from Potter, and she leaned into my touch. Right as my hope seemed to be increasing, she started mumbling.
"No, no, no!" She whimpered. "He can't be."
She started jerking her head back and forth, just as she had done the night before.
"No. He's still alive!" She cried. "He's still alive! No, no, no!"
"Who is she talking about?" Longbottom asked, confused.
"I think I have a fairly good guess." mumbled Ginny. "It must be Malfoy."
I snapped my head toward her with my eyebrows raised.
"Me?" I questioned curiously. "Why do you think it's me?"
"Hermione is in bloody love with you!" She raved. "Of course it's you."
Hermione was in love with me?
Hermione's Point of View
"Draco," I whispered as I lay my head on his chest and sobbed, "You can't be dead."
Yet his body lay underneath me, silent and unmoving. I looked up at his face. His beautiful blonde hair was flattened against his sweat-soaked forehead and his gray eyes were dull. I reached up and closed his eyelids. Now it just looked like he was sleeping.
"My Draco," I cried into his chest.
"He's dead." Someone's voice echoed through the room. "He isn't coming back. You can't do anything to bring him back. You should move on."
"I don't want anyone else, but him." I whispered back to the person.
"Are you sure?" They asked sharply. "Is that your finally choice?"
Before I could let the word yes come out of my mouth, Crucio began torturing my mind.
Draco's Point of View
"HELP ME!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. "MAKE IT STOP!"
"W-What's happeneing?" I yelled at them with blazing eyes.
"It seems like someone's using the Cruciatus Curse on her." replied Potter quietly, but furiously.
Her body was twitching and jerking and we couldn't do anything to stop it.
"NO! STOP!" She raged on. "I WON'T! I WON'T!"
Silent tears streaked down my pale cheeks as I saw her thrashing and shrieking. Her muscles seemed to spasm once, and she fell quiet and still. I cupped her cheek softly and kissed her quickly, causing a muffled groan from Potter.
"Love," I murmured, with my forehead against hers, "Please come back to me. I miss you so much."
Hermione's Point of View
I could hear voices. They seemed far and muffled, but I could hear them. That seemed like the only thing I actually could do though. I couldn't find my hands or feet or even my voice. I wanted to answer those voices, but I couldn't. My voice couldn't be heard.
"Is she doing any better than the last time I was here?"
"No it doesn't seem like it. She's not talking and she isn't responding to any sort of movements."
"What does Madame Pomfrey think?"
"She along with almost everyone else thinks that the dreams were implanted into her mind. So, we have no idea when she may come back around...or if she even will."
"I can't believe she's been gone for this long. She's going to be so behind on her school work. Not that she's going to have any problems with that."
"I just can't believe that she's been having nightmares and has been actually suffering from them. Her body shook so fiercely that we thought she was awake, Blaise. Someone must really hate her, because nobody would do this sort of thing as a prank."
So, the first person was Blaise. That must mean that the second person is Draco.
Where am I? How long have I been unconcious? Why the hell is Blaise bloody Zabini talking about me?
"But who?" Zabini asked stressfully. "And why?"
"I don't fucking know, Blaise." Draco groaned. "It fucking hurts seeing her like this. She's been shaking and then screaming. Sometimes, she'll just cry and it's so quiet that you won't know it's happening. Those are always the worst to see though."
"Why?" questioned Zabini thoughtfully. "Wouldn't the ones where she's screaming be the worst?"
He must have shaken his head because he replied, "I can hear her screaming and see her shaking, but with the silent tears, I can relate to them, Blaise. She's grieving in silence. That is always, without a doubt, the worst way. Not knowing that she's crying...it hurts so much. I won't be able to comfort her if I can't hear her or see that she's crying."
Blackness consumed me again and I couldn't hear anything after that.
Thoughts just swirled around in my mind. Why wasn't I waking up?
Pictures flashed through my mind causing me to want to scream with fright and disgust.
Draco...dead and torn.
Harry...dead and tattered.
Ginny...dead and bloody.
Neville...Luna...Mum...Dad...Ron...Molly...Authur...Bill...Fleur...George...dead.
The next time I could hear, my eyes opened.
"Hermione, love, please." Draco was whispering in my ear. His hot breath caused a shiver to run down my spine. He gasped as he realized that I had awoken.
I smiled at him tiredly and leaned up to kiss his lips.
"You're alive." I said timidly. "You're not dead."
"No, love," He replied tearily, "I'm not dead. I'll be here for you."
"Mr. Malfoy, has there been-Oh dear!" Professor McGonagall yelped in surprise as she strode into the Hospital Wing.
"Hi, Professor." I grinned at her and attempted to get out of bed, but Draco pushed me downly lightly.
"Madame Pomfrey'll want to know that you're okay. You have to stay here 'til then." He reasoned with me as he wiped a few silent tears away from his pale cheeks.
McGonagall raced to out to retrieve her.
"What time is it?" I asked, turning to Draco.
"Nearly curfew." He replied as he twirled one of my curls around his finger. "You've been unconcious for two weeks, five days, and three and a half hours."
My gasp must have been loud because it echoed off the stone walls of the Hospital Wing.
He nodded in understanding, "It's been horrible. You've been here and I can't sleep during the night without having nightmares about you. I've been coming here every night and laying in bed with you until I finally fall asleep. Madame Pomfrey always wakes me up for lessons, so I haven't missed anything."
"I missed you." I whispered to him and cling to him.
He ran a hand through my tangled hair and kissed my neck before replying, "I've missed you, too, love. So, so much."
Someone coughed from behind us.
"Hey, Potter." Draco told him irritably. "Can't say that it's nice to see you."
I turned quickly and jumped out of bed, not caring about Draco's protests. I wrapped my arms around Harry and hugged him with as much strength as I could muster. He wasn't dead either. Everyone was alive and well. My dream had just been a dream...no a nightmare.
"You're all alive. You're all alive." I continued to murmur to myself as I clung to Harry.
"Of course we're alive, 'Mione." He whispered to me and kissed my forehead before releasing me.
I hurriedly hugged Ginny, Neville, and Luna in a large group hug before we all flinched.
"MISS GRANGER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?" An angry Madame Pomfrey shrieked at me.
I leaped back into bed and gave her a small smile.
"Didn't Mr. Malfoy tell you that I told you to stay in bed?" She catechized. "I expected you to stay in bed as asked."
"Oh calm down, Poppy." Professor McGonagall intervened. "She's just hugging her friends."
Madame Pomfrey sent me a stern look before firing questions at me.
"What happened while you were sleeping? What did you see? When did you awake? How did you awake? What-"
"Poppy, slow down! Give the girl a breather." McGonagall stopped her.
"Start with the first one." Madame Pomfrey insisted.
Everyone's eyes were on me. I averted my gaze to the bed sheet and began telling them what happened.
"I was dreaming that Malfoy was being cursed left and right. They started off as ripping and tearing then they just killed him on the spot. The person who killed him-"
"Who was the person, Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly.
I gave him a weak shrug, "They didn't show themselves and I didn't recognize the voice. Anyway, the told me that I couldn't bring him back to life and that I should move on, but I said that he was the only one for me. That seemed like it pissed them off so they Crucioed me. I actually felt the pain of it. I felt the mind numbing pain and then it all just disappered."
"Is that when you woke up?" asked Ginny. "After that dream?"
I shook my head slowly. "I had blackouts. Next I heard Zabini and Malfoy talking about me. They were talking about how I'd be behind in school work and Dra-Malfoy thought I'd be caught up quickly. When that faded away, I just kept seeing images of all of you dead. That's why I jumped to hug you so fast, Harry. I was glad to see you alive. All those images, they-they felt so real. They felt like you had actually been killed and I was just seeing the aftermath."
Tears were flooding down my face and Draco automatically wiped his thumb across my cheeks, capturing all the loose ones. He ran his hand down my shoulder, down my arm to my hand and held it tightly.
"After all that happened, I woke up to hear Dr-Malfoy whispering to me." I finished and fell back against the pillows.
"As for the last two questions," I sighed. "I awoke just a short while ago and I don't know how I did."
Everyone was staring at me. I felt slightly self conscious then and wrapped my arms around my body, letting go of Draco's hand.
Ginny practically ran over to me and wrapped her arms around me, engulfing me in a bear hug.
"I can't believe you had to go through that. Esspecially after the war just happening and everything." She whispered to me with tears choking some of her words.
Harry strode over to her and held her hand once she pulled back. She looked up at him and smiled before quietly telling him, "I love you."
It was such a lovely sight. So lovely that I had to look away to give them some privacy. I redirected my gaze to Draco.
His piercing grey eyes scanned my face. The little crease between his brow showed that he was thinking. I reached up and flatened it with my thumb before looking directly into his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" I breathed and wrapped my arms around his neck. Everyone else had joined into small groups, talking quietly amoungst themselves.
"You," He replied instantly. "You."
"What about me?"
"Who put that dream in your mind, Her-Granger? Why would someone torture you where you're most vulnerable? Some dirty bastard did this to you and I want to find out who."
"I have a confession." Professor McGonagall cut into all of our conversations. "You all remember that object that was stolen from Filch?"
Everyone gave a small nod or grunt.
"Well, it's an Illusionation Box. It was confiscated from a boy here many years ago. He used it to put thoughts in people's heads that weren't true. They were usually just small little things like they thought they were dating him or something of that nature, but Filch confiscated it all the same. He uses it on himself sometimes to put himself in a happier place. At least that's what he tells me, anyway. Well as you all know it was stolen and someone may be using that on Ms. Granger."
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